Jeremy looked down at his watch for the fifth time that night.

“This one is better than the last. He hasn’t thrown up at all.”

Enya paced back and forth in the drawing room, or whatever it was called. It had been a very long night.

The room was right across the hall from the parlor where Valor slept and since elves seemed to not believe in the concept of doors, she could easily dart inside if she heard Valor get sick again. ...